Fatal Imagination
Dark slay, dull darkness, sometimes reveals in any mind
No wonder it narrows the interior of creativity, that is hard to find
It beats and stones the remark ability of colors, brightness, and charm
They call it being stuck, stopped, and filled with harm
Thus, the end of the battle of blankness and flourishing, pours ideas
Into a never ending hole
Fatality following imagination is it's ugly role
Another damming event of stillness in the head, ruins the process
Of words to get inspired from what's creatively read
When uninspired letters are placed, the creative and true ones are being
Attacked and chased by the enemies who don't accept brilliant in art and writing
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